Quite a few residents of Qian City watched Qian Wuqing and Qian Wuji with eyes filled with pity and disappointment as they were easily subdued by a mere ordinary warrior. These two had truly disgraced the warriors of the Elf King's bloodline. The gaze of contempt felt like knives, and Qian Wuchen felt his skin being flayed by thousands of cuts—shame!

A shame unlike any he had ever known! Right at the doorstep of the Qian family, to be so easily defeated by a Qian family disciple who hadn't even awakened his bloodline power three years ago! Pfft..................

Qian Jin suddenly spat out another mouthful of blood. The heavy blow from Qian Zhuanxuan was far more severe than what others perceived. If not for the protection of the Wind and Cloud Golden Body, he might have already lost his life.

His already pale complexion instantly turned even whiter. Chekefulit swiftly moved to support Qian Jin, who was swaying precariously. Qian Jin looked up at his father, who had returned to the front of the door and was sitting cross-legged on the ground with a smile, his teeth grinding audibly: "Go!

Hurry and go! Dad, I will definitely come back!" Qian Cheng smiled and waved his hand, surveying the surrounding crowd before suddenly slapping his chest: "This is my son!" Pride and exhilaration were etched deep into the trenches of Qian Cheng’s aged, wrinkled face, and a hint of moisture shimmered in his dry eyes. Chekefulit nodded, his eyes flicking toward Qian Wuchen not far away, then hastened his pace while supporting Qian Jin.

That look, brimming with venom like that of a poisonous snake, suggested that this matter would absolutely not end here. Qian Wuchen was not seriously injured, and the strength of the Five Demon Subduing Battles remained largely intact. Now that Qian Jin was wounded, no one in his group could truly challenge him.

Leaving quickly was the correct course of action. Want to leave? Qian Wuchen coldly watched as Qian Jin, heavily wounded to the point of near-unconsciousness, coughed up another stream of blood.

He quietly clenched his fists. How could the humiliation suffered today be allowed to pass just like that? Qian Jin had to be killed; only his blood could wash away the shame of defeat.

Qian City cannot be stayed in! Duanfeng Bu'er understood clearly that what happened at the Qian family gate today would soon spread throughout the entire family. By then, other young warriors who had also awakened the Elf King’s bloodline power would surely step up to challenge Qian Jin for the glory of the Qian family.

Moreover, Qian Jin had been severely injured by the powerful Qian Zhuanxuan, suffering several bone fractures in his arm, making it impossible for him to use both hands for a considerable time. His combat strength was far less than usual. What was more, under Qian Zhuanxuan's strike, what was injured was far more than just the visible bones; even the Dou Qiao and Dou Mai might have sustained damage.

Leaving Qian City! Duanfeng Bu'er urged his horse forward, feeling that every passing pedestrian’s gaze seemed filled with hostility, giving him the sensation of being trapped among the Demon Race, scrutinized by countless hostile eyes. "Brother Wuchen...

what about that madman who defected from the Qian family?" A young warrior of the Elf King's bloodline rushed out of the grand mansion gate. A dark, malicious joy instantly surfaced in Qian Wuchen’s hateful eyes. This was Qian Wutian, who had awakened the Elf King’s bloodline only within the last year!

He was hailed as possessing potential no less than the genius bloodline warrior Qian Wushuang! He too, with a single step, entered the Awakening Ritual formation and instantly triggered the awakening of the Elf King's bloodline—a super-genius warrior! Although he had awakened for less than a year, upon activating his Bloodline Battle Body, he achieved Five Demon Subduing Battles!

Not only was his Dou Qi ascension astonishing, but even his Dou Skills! Qian Wutian displayed genius comparable to Qian Wushuang, grasping almost any Dou Skill instantly upon learning it, and even able to derive newer fighting methods based on the specific characteristics of the technique. At such a young age, he had managed to master ten advanced Dou Skills in one year, subtly creating a momentum that suggested he could contend with Qian Wushuang.

A great opportunity! Truly a great opportunity! Qian Wuchen secretly tightened his excited fists.

This Qian Wutian had always looked down on everyone; even Qian Wushuang, the most highly regarded among the younger generation of the Qian family, was not regarded highly by this youth, who frequently declared that he himself was the one destined for the ultimate bloodline power awakening. "They left," Qian Wuchen gazed toward the long street where the figures had vanished. "Left?" Qian Wutian frowned his two straight, sharp sword-like brows, a trace of mockery flashing in his star-like black eyes: "They ran fast enough.

They were lucky! Had they been a step slower, they would have died by my sword!" The three-foot-long blade slid out of its sheath with a crisp sound akin to a dragon's roar, and an autumn-water-like ripple flowed gently over the blade, reflecting the sunlight with an intimidating coldness. Qian Wuchen felt an uncontrollable surge of jealousy observing it—this was a superior Dou Weapon!

Was it a fifth-grade or sixth-grade Dou Weapon? The Family Head and the Elders were far too biased! Both were warriors of the Five Demon Subduing Battles stage!

Qian Wuchen lowered his gaze to the greatsword in his hand—a second-grade Dou Weapon! This was the Qian family rule: warriors below the Five Demon Subduing Battles stage were only permitted to wield second-grade Dou Weapons as equipment, yet Qian Wutian wielded one that was at least a fifth-grade Dou Weapon. "Wutian..." Seeing Qian Wutian turn to re-enter the mansion, Wuchen quickly called out, running forward to speak in a low voice: "Are you just going back like that?" Qian Wutian turned and looked down at Qian Wuchen standing at the foot of the steps, a faint sneer of mockery in his eyes.

A person three years his senior, who awakened his bloodline power three years earlier, yet was now merely a failure at the Five Demon Subduing Battles stage—how dare he call my name? "Is there something else?" What an annoying look! What an annoying tone!

Unhappiness churned within Qian Wuchen, but a casual smile was plastered on his face: "Nothing much. I thought you came out because you heard what Qian Jin said. It seems I was...

hehe... perhaps I guessed wrong." Qian Wutian slowly turned to look down at Qian Wuchen, his face showing impatience: "Whatever it is, say it quickly." "It’s nothing really." Qian Wuchen shrugged: "Just now, when Qian Jin defeated Qian Wuqing and me, he said that in the Qian family, there was only one person he, Qian Jin, respected: Qian Wushuang. The rest of the younger generation in his eyes were merely...

hehe... like weeds, easy to crush with a single stomp." Qian Wuji, lying on the ground, forced a hint of sarcasm from his pained expression: This kind of provocation is too childish, isn't it? Childish?

Qian Wuchen scornfully glanced at Qian Wuji. Sometimes, it doesn't matter if a tactic seems childish; it only matters if it works! Everyone has a weakness!

Everyone has a weakness, and Qian Wutian's weakness was Qian Wushuang! Nearly every member of the Qian family was well aware of this vulnerability! Both awakened the Elf King's bloodline power by stepping into the Awakening Ritual formation in one go, yet the attention garnered by Qian Wushuang still far exceeded that received by Qian Wutian.

This was merely because Qian Wushuang had entered that circle three years earlier! Merely because Qian Wushuang was born three years earlier! Qian Wutian was unconvinced.

In terms of Dou Qi ascension speed, he was in no way inferior to Qian Wushuang back then! In terms of Dou Skill learning speed, he was even superior. When Qian Wushuang was this age, he had only learned five advanced Dou Skills, whereas he had already mastered ten!

The five great elders of the Qian Family Dou Skill Hall had all said that he was a rare genius in the history of the Qian family! "You are lying to me!" Qian Wutian suddenly yelled, his eyes like sharp swords, trying to pierce through Qian Wuchen’s eyes, and the long blade in his hand let out a resounding sword-dragon cry. Qian Wuchen shivered abruptly.

Both possessed the strength of the Five Demon Subduing Battles, yet the aura between them was vastly different! Qian Wuchen felt for the first time that this young bloodline warrior, almost rivaling Qian Wushuang in fame within the Qian family, had subtly cultivated a formidable presence! This presence...

Qian Wuchen had seen it, just recently in battle, on Qian Jin—that aggressive, resolute spirit that held no regrets! That pirated website is advertising for me again. Qian Wuji, lying on the ground, merely sneered while staring at Qian Wuchen’s retreating back.

He had said it long ago! Your scheme is too childish; do you think Qian Wutian is a three-year-old child? Qian Wutian was certainly not a three-year-old child!

Not very small... Qian Wuchen smiled confidently. A weakness is a weakness; it only depends on whether one knows how to exploit it.

"My son did not say those things," Qian Cheng suddenly interjected. "This time, my son only came to take me away." Qian Wuchen sensed the cold, icy gaze from Qian Wutian, heavy with boundless killing intent, ready to strike at any moment, and smiled faintly: "Does that matter? The Family Head said that in two days, they should come here to die.

By then, even if Qian Wushuang cannot return, a letter will suffice to mobilize his faction, and the credit will naturally go to Qian Wushuang..." The killing intent in Qian Wutian’s eyes gradually subsided, and his jaw moved slightly. In every batch of same-aged warriors who awakened their bloodline power in the Qian family, a leading figure for that generation was forged through fierce competition! Qian Wushuang was naturally the leader of the batch that awakened three years ago; even those who awakened two years prior acknowledged Qian Wushuang’s leadership status.

In contrast, Qian Wutian only led his own immediate generation. Those only a year older than him had already acknowledged Qian Wushuang long ago. Whether Qian Jin said those words or not had now become irrelevant!

Qian Wuchen knew very well that Qian Jin himself was not the true focus; the real target was Qian Wushuang. As long as he succeeded in stirring up Qian Wutian’s nerves regarding Qian Wushuang, his revenge could be easily achieved! The Family Head decreed the time set for two months later, making it difficult for Qian Wuchen to act directly!

But things were different now. Qian Wutian was not an ordinary member of the Qian family; he was one of the potential candidates for the Ultimate Awakening, and even the Family Head favored him exceptionally. If Qian Jin had died at Qian Wutian's hands, the Family Head would only offer a couple of reprimands.

It is truly unfair! Qian Wuchen looked at Qian Wutian’s face, which held a trace of immaturity yet immense arrogance, sighing inwardly about the unfairness. Both were descendants of the Qian family, both awakeners of the Elf King’s bloodline power—why should he receive severe punishment, even being crippled, for violating the Family Head’s command?

While Qian Wutian would only perhaps receive a couple of scoldings? "Qian Wushuang? He won't have that chance!" Qian Wutian strode down the steps, stepped onto Qian Cheng's shoulder to mount his horse, and turned back to look at Qian Wuchen: "I don't know who Qian Jin is.

Take me to pursue him." End of this chapter.